, 1887-09-29
A TRAVELLING LUNATIC.
A Crazy Mormon Emigrant Crossing
the Plains.

A man who escaped from an eastern
luuatio asylum or who should occupy a
ward in one, is at present driving a team
between this city and Laramie, e%nroute,
according to the statement of the cranky
individual, for that haven of polygamists,
Salt Lake City.
About IL o'clock yesterday forenoon
this candidate for a straight jacket drove
up to the Tivoli saloon, left his wagon
and entered that establishment. After
nervously gazing about the room he ad-
vanced to the lunch counter and ordered
q generous meal. which was soon placed
before him, He devoured it ravenously,
in his haste using his fingers instead of
the utensils manufactured for conveying
food to the mouth. Finishing his repast,
the stranger paid his bill, walked to the
bar and called for a glass of beer, which
he drank with evident relish.
In his hand the traveller carried an Or
binary pitchfork. After causing a second
glass of the amber beverage to disappear,
he leaned upon his four pronged shaft and
entered into conversation with Warren
Richardson. Jr., who was behind the
bar.
He was, he declared, a genuine Brig.
ham Young Mormon. He had left his
family in Salt Lake. where they would be
protected by the church, and had been
working on the Burlington & Missouri
grade. The takers statements we're nco-
herent and disconnected, and Mr.. Rich
ardson, rightly divining that the custom
err reasoning faculties were off on a sum-
mer vacation, humored the voyager.
When the latter observed that he had
engaged the attention of his listener he
became extremely confidential and with
out a stammer or pause related the follow
ing eccentric yarn:
You see this pitchfork? That's my
only weapon. L have tried times without
number to purchase a mountain howitzer,
but the Sunday school teacher would not
sell me one. Several people try to kill
me every day. The high priest of Ne
braska attempted to take my life with a
barrel hoop yesterday morning. Last
Last evening [ nearly killed a man in
Illinois with a moonbeam. 1 met him on
the road near Lawrence, Kan. II he had
been coming from Los Angeles 1 would
have killed him, but he came from Bos-
ten, and Just as l was about to launch
the moon beam at him his horse, which
was a little white mule. laughed at me,
and l didn't have the heart to
murder the boy and put him in
my grain box. l took the last piece
of chewing tobacco 1 had, cut it into seven
pieces. one for each g of man, and
handed him the cubes, telling him to give
them to his dying mother. When
travel | pursue the torch of the Holy
One. At exactly twenty-eight minutes
past 4 o'clock l break camp and trave,
until the wagon spokes speak. Some.
times l travel s~eventy-ive miles an houl
all day, but that is only when | fire the
engine with benzine instead Of oyster
shells and cowboys don't steal my COWS.
The stranger became more excited as
he continued, and was explaining the
Specification of zodlacal symbols when he
suddenly halted in the center of a sen,
tence and hurriedly walked to his wagon,
climbed to the seat and drove off.
The man is certainly a dangerous ma
MAC, probably a religious fanatic, and ur-
less locked up will certainly soon harm
some one.